Teaching the children to mean what they're told

With their mouths burning two words they're too wise to be old

So in fear into things they can't see but believe

And we don't even give them the chance to agree

No questions asked guarantee fell away

A population of people who deal in cliché

And there's no punctuation to grant you relief

You know all that you get is a chance to agree

Half undone

Either that or

I'm the first to fold and last to lead a line

Symptomatic of the blessings and the disguise

Gorging on what those have said I have said

(And now)

Brushed from the table just like crumbs of bread

(And now)

Have I fell

Is it easy

Or perhaps you're learning how to duck to the south

Getting the hang of it

But I was a fool to stop

Overwhelmed by

Thoughts that keep you keeping me up